Boggart Transformation Ability

Hearing Lester's overbearing and unreasonable explanation, Sang Biao opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but after hesitating for a moment, he ultimately chose to remain silent.

After all, he was at another's mercy now. Judging by Lester's posture, he was clearly looking for an excuse to torture him.

Even if Sang Biao talked himself blue in the face now, Lester probably would not believe him and might even stab him instead.

Seeing that Sang Biao unusually did not argue back, a trace of surprise flashed through Lester's eyes. He had been waiting for Sang Biao to retort so he could give him a good stab.

But seeing Sang Biao's resigned expression now, Lester unexpectedly did not know what to do for a moment.

"Why the hell aren't you saying anything?"

Suddenly, Lester had an idea and said viciously, "Are you looking down on me, Lester?"

With that, he gave Sang Biao another slap, striking his broad, fleshy face hard.

[Ding! Fear value from Sang Biao +1000]

Feeling the constant searing pain on his face, Sang Biao was on the verge of collapse.

"When I talk, you say I'm talking back. When I don't talk, you say I'm looking down on you... If you want to hit me, just say so. Why make up so many excuses?"

Helplessly, Sang Biao could only close his eyes in grievance.

Out of sight, out of mind. If he did not look at Lester, surely this brat would be too embarrassed to hit him again, right?

Smack!

The moment Sang Biao closed his eyes, Lester's huge hand immediately followed.

"You don't want to look at me? Are you looking down on me?"

[Ding! Fear value from Sang Biao +1000]

Helplessly, Sang Biao opened his eyes and looked at Lester. Then...

Smack!

"You brat, you actually dare glare at me? Are you tired of living?"

[Ding! Fear value from Sang Biao +1000]

[Ding! Fear value from Sang Biao +1000]

[Ding! Fear value from Sang Biao +1000]

Poor Sang Biao finally understood completely. Lester had never intended to let him off at all!

He thought he had not done anything to Lester! He had only wanted to hint at something, and had not even succeeded in assassinating him!

Did Lester really have to be so petty and keep torturing him like this?

"You still dare space out? Take this!"

Sang Biao: "..."

Time passed quickly. A week had already gone by since Lester had been falsely accused and thrown into Azkaban.

The newly arrived Wizard Killer, Sang Biao, gradually accepted his fate of being beaten.

At first, he had still considered resisting, but... later, he gave up.

Because Lester and his gang really did beat him!

In just one short week, Sang Biao had fallen into a near-death state seven or eight times. Each time, Lester had barely managed to save him by force-feeding him Life Potions drawn from the system.

At the same time, the inferior Life Potions showed their power as well.

Sang Biao was now like a vegetable, with nearly all his bodily functions gone.

Every day, he could only lie in the spot by the toilet and suffer the merciless abuse of the other prisoners.

Pitiful?

He was an assassin. No one knew how many lives he had taken. If he was pitiful, were not those he had killed even more pitiful?

Besides, he had actually dared to enter Azkaban and assassinate the uncrowned king within Azkaban. Was that not making an enemy of every prisoner in Azkaban?

"System, I want to draw. Give me a 100,000 draw!"

In the cell where he had first arrived, Lester lay comfortably on the bed, a dazzling system panel before his eyes.

A string of zeros on the system panel was especially eye-catching.

Thanks to the fat sheep Sang Biao, Lester had amassed 500,000 Fear Value in just one week.

Naturally, his system received a certain upgrade as well.

It unlocked the options to draw once for 100,000 and once for 500,000.

A 500,000 draw would definitely yield something good, but he could only draw once.

A 100,000 Fear Value draw had a slightly worse prize pool than the 500,000 one, but the rewards were still incredibly powerful!

Had he not drawn the terrifying Knotting Curse with just 50,000 Fear Value?

If he doubled the Fear Value and drew at 100,000 a time, he could probably get quite a few good things.

"System, draw me something good."

Although he knew the system could not hear him, Lester still gave it a reminder.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the Boggart racial ability, 'Transformation'.]

"Boggart?" Hearing that name, Lester froze instinctively. It seemed to be the name of a dark creature in the Wizarding World.

Although he had remained in Azkaban ever since crossing over and had never had a chance to go outside.

He had read Harry Potter in his previous life. If he remembered correctly, were Bogarts not dark creatures that could transform into other people?

To test his guess, Lester immediately began experimenting quietly on the bed.

As he silently imagined Scarface's appearance, Lester felt his entire body shudder, followed by a strange sensation spreading through him.

"System, I want to take out the mirror."

Lester immediately took a mirror from the system and examined himself in it.

As for where Lester had gotten a mirror in a godforsaken place like Azkaban, naturally, he had drawn it from the system.

To keep Sang Biao alive, Lester used a ten-pull costing 1,000 Fear Value every day to obtain Life Potions.

And the exquisite mirror in his hand was one of the things he had drawn every day.

"Holy crap, it really is exactly the same."

Looking at himself in the mirror, identical to Sang Biao, Lester was completely stunned.

He reached up and tugged at the flesh on his face. Feeling the real sensation beneath his fingers, Lester felt that this Transformation ability was truly incredible.

He had previously worried about how to cause chaos in Azkaban without getting caught. Now, every problem had been solved.

With this powerful Transformation Charm, could he not simply disguise himself as Sang Biao when the time came?

If anyone asked, Sang Biao had led the trouble. Who could blame Lester for it?

He was merely a poor, helpless ten-year-old boy.

"System, draw for me once more."

Excited, Lester decided to go all the way and draw again.

As long as this draw gave him a stronger offensive spell, he would take his brothers to slaughter their way through the Ministry of Magic the next day and show the Ministry of Magic no mercy.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have drawn the spell 'Fire Shield'.]

Lester: "..."

Was this not the spell Grindelwald had used to destroy all of Paris?

Looking at the four radiant words on the system panel before him, Lester knew that his miserable prison life was finally about to end.

He could turn invisible, set fires, and even make other people's dicks knot up.

With abilities this powerful, how were others supposed to play?!

His magic power was a little low, but was he not still just a child?

Once he grew up, he could directly inherit the title of Third Dark Lord!